Chapter 381
Julie's point of view
He maintained absolute silence, his features locked in a cold, ruthless winter that offered zero mercy. I screamed hysterically, twisting, turning, and aggressively violently thrashing against the iron forearm clamping down on my waist. "Jake! Speak, goddamn you! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
He ignored my cries, maintaining a suffocating, insulting silence that pushed my nerves to the absolute brink. Finally, he rounded the corner of a massive, rotting wooden barrier, and the reality of the destination crashed over my senses a filthy, disgusting pigsty. It was a sprawling, foul-smelling pen enclosed by decaying wooden fences, dominated by a massive, viscous pool of thick black mud. Inside, a pack of filthy swine were circling one another, unleashing repulsive grunts as they wallowed through the muck.
